I’m taking advantage of the fact that the Editor has Wednesdays off. I’m not sure she would agree with the sentiment suggested by the title.
Note: This was originally published in 2013, before most of you were following. A complex series of minor events brought me back to this post
I’ve mentioned before that my paternal grandmother (Sita in Syrian) would say that everything bad was the worst thing ever. In her broken English, that
This is the last opportunity to share some doors until after the ball drops in Times Square and we enter the third decade of this
I’ve written about this event more than once, but it remains one of the most enjoyable nights during the year, so I’m writing about it
Come, ye thankful people, come Raise the song of harvest home All is safely gathered in Ere the winter storms begin God our Maker doth